An: Ta Da! Welcome to the first chapter of 'Earl Grey Tea'. A poll is set up in my profile if you want to vote whether or not to have slash, het or no pairings. If you do not have an account you can always vote in your review.

Edit: Fixed some mistakes

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Do not kill the patient, Harry chanted in his mind. It was difficult dealing with the more stubborn patients and their families. They were often fussy and making nuisances of their selves.

What was worse he was dealing with Draco Bloody Malfoy. His mother and father kept coming around every hour demanding progress on his burns and turning up their abnormally pointed noses when he didn't have anything to report.

Honestly, it wasn't his fault! If the prat wasn't sneaking around his godfather's room and they told him which potions they used, this would go a lot of faster. But no, the Malfoys refused to give him any samples.

It made him suspect they were brewing something illegal, or at least something considered Dark.

Harry gave a silent sigh before he entered his patient's room. It was so difficult being a Healer.

Adopting his Healer persona, Harry swept into the room radiating a sense of peace and calm and gave a small smile to Malfoy.

Malfoy just gave him an ugly scowl, twisting his normally handsome features.

Harry proceeded to smile, already used to the behavior, plus he knew he how much it annoyed Malfoy.

"Good afternoon Mr. Malfoy. How are you feeling today? No oozing, itching, rashes, burns, swelling and/or extra limbs?" Harry asked flipping through the files attached to the bed.

"No." Harry just smiled angelically at him and floated his way over to check physically for himself. Harry smiled even harder when he saw Malfoy was looking slightly perturbed. Those lessons with Luna were finally paying off! Maybe he should take a couple of days off and go hunting with Luna for Crumple Horned Snorkacks. It would definitely give him something to talk about.

After applying a fresh coat of a healing salve (it took the team in the lab forever to find the right salve that wouldn't make Malfoy burst into flames) and giving Malfoy his dose of pain medicine ("Shouldn't I have more Potter?" "Not unless you want to kill yourself Mr. Malfoy."), Harry was able to go about on his usual rounds. Harry normally didn't deal in the Spell and Potion Damage Wards. He was normally seen in the long term wards, where insanity, comas and memory loss wreaked havoc. The SAPD Wards was understaffed at the moment and they needed to pull as many people as possible to help out.

Harry made his way up the stairs in St. Mungos towards the long Term wards, the most exhausting part of his day.

A blonde witch made her way over to him. She was the head of the Long Term Wards and was the person Harry generally reported too.

"Hey Harry," said the witch pulling out a thick folder. "This is the Longbottoms' files. There are some new treatments that look pretty promising and I want you and your team to 'em out, got it?"

"Of course Becky, anything for you." Harry gave an exaggerated wink, receiving a whack to his arm and a blush.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Harry slumped in an armchair in the lounge, exhausted. The Longbottoms' treatment involved several stimulating potions, spells a trip through their mind. Normally this would work without everyone exhausting themselves. All you had to do was set up the runes in a circle where your anchors were going to be, and allow their magic to behave in a certain way.

Except one of the healers let his magic run amok and both Harry and Gabby, one of the more experienced healers, were trapped in insane minds with no way to get out without outside help.

It was rather frightening and they both had to have appointments with a Mind Healer in the near future, or the hospital will boot them out for taking unnecessary risks.

What made it even worse was that Neville Longbottom, an old school friend, came by to visit his parents only to witness his parents having seizures on the floor along with two other orderlies. It took the team 15 minutes and several cups of strong tea to calm him down.

"Harry, Healer Monroe wants to see you in your office now." A Medi-wizard told him.

"Now?"

"Now." Harry gave a sigh and shot a longing look at the coffee maker.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Harry gave a warning knock at the entrance to Healer Monroe's office and opened the door keeping eyes down. "Did you want to see me Healer Monroe?"

"Yes, I did. I was hoping you could schedule your appointment with me and I also wanted to talk to you about your father."

Harry kept his mouth shut.

"I'm well aware that if your father attends therapeutic sessions, questions will come up though if we put the reasons on his forms as 'incest, obsession, and grief counseling'."

"We can put grief counseling. I believe his obsession with me is related to my mother's death. We can say how James Potter never got over the death of his wife." Harry gave a grimace. "It won't cause as much as a ruckus and the others would. And you can bet Skeeter will snoop around. I heard that woman is desperate for a story."

Healer Monroe wrote something in his schedule. "I can squeeze him in Tuesdays at 3:30. Is that good with him?"

Harry nodded. "It should be perfectly fine. He doesn't have much to do. I'll send him an owl.

"Also, since you do not live with your Father anymore, and you'd rather not have your younger siblings know about his," Healer Monroe paused, "condition, I suggest you have meetings with him. I'll give you updates of course but I'll think you'll prefer to see how he is doing in person.

"Of course Healer Monroe, I'll be doing that." Harry gave a nod of consent and turned around to leave.

"Oh and Harry? Your appointment is tomorrow at 4:00. You and Gabby have the rest of the day off."

"Yes sir." Harry shut the door carefully and wondered what the hell he was going to tell James.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

James,

I asked Healer Monroe to take grief counseling sessions with you. Remus, Sirius and I hope to see you 'snap out of your funk' as Sirius put it.

You're supposed to go to the Psychiatric Ward, Tuesday at 3:30 with Healer Monroe. And it's every Tuesday, so no 'forgetting'.

Harry